Page 21 of Let it Burn
“Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, Levi.” Zeke’s already moving toward us, smiling wide, and he takes Savannah from my arms like she’s the best gift in the world. “Hey, baby girl,” he murmurs, nuzzling her chubby cheek. “You bringing cookiesandkisses today?”
Savannah smacks a loud one onto his cheek and squeals with joy as he swings her up. My heart does that stupid little flutter it always does when I see them together.
Then Zeke leans in to kiss me—slow, soft, like we’ve got all the time in the world. I melt into him instantly, like always.
Byron groans. “Jesus. Again with the PDA?”
Maddox snorts. “If I see tongue, I’m walking out.”
I grin, resting my hand on Zeke’s chest. “Ignore them. They’re just bitter I didn’t bring cookies for everyone.”
“Excuse me?” Levi protests.
I hold up a hand. “Ididsay I baked them for the hottest firefighter. I stand by my choice.”
That earns a chorus of groans and exaggerated grumbling. Zeke just smirks, balancing Savannah effortlessly on one arm as he opens the box and pulls out a cookie. He takes a bite, eyes fluttering closed like it’s the first good thing he’s tasted in weeks.
“Damn, baby. These are sinful.”
“I know.” I trail a finger over the front of his tee, over the ridges of his abs. “Almost as sinful as how you look in this shirt. I mean—did you do push-ups just to mess with me?”
His brows lift. “Are you flirting with me in front of our daughter?”
“She can’t understand innuendo yet.”
Savannah, as if on cue, shoves a cookie crumb in Zeke’s ear and giggles. He chuckles, brushing her sticky fingers away.
Behind us, Maddox groans. “Get a room. Just not the one with the oxygen tanks again.”
“I can’t make any promises,” Zeke says, grinning as he hands Savannah off to Maddox, who immediately gives me a panicked look.
“She’s sticky. And chatty.”
“She’s your problem for the next ten minutes,” I tell him sweetly, then press my hand to Zeke’s chest. “Because Daddy and I have some important business to attend to.”
Zeke’s hand finds the small of my back, his thumb stroking just above the waistband of my jeans. “You came at the perfect time. Shift change. Levi’s distracted. Byron’s pretending not to care. Maddox is clearly already suffering.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Five-minute break?”
“You’d be amazed what I can do in five minutes.”
His voice dips, sending a ripple of heat down my spine. I’m already smiling.
“Broom closet?”
He smirks. “You read my mind.”
We slip down the back hallway, his hand still on my waist like he can’t not touch me. It’s ridiculous how easily we fall into this rhythm. Married three years, toddler in tow, and he still looks at me like I’m the only thing in the world worth seeing.
He closes the door behind us and the second it clicks, I’m in his arms. His mouth crashes into mine—hot, hungry, familiar in all the right ways. His hands tangle in my hair. My thighs wraparound his waist as he lifts me onto the storage shelf like he’s done it a hundred times before.
“God, you smell like sugar,” he growls against my neck. “You taste like heaven. You drive me absolutely fucking insane.”
I thread my fingers into the collar of his shirt. “You always say that like it’s a bad thing.”
He trails kisses down my throat, right to the spot that makes me gasp. “You’ve wrecked me, Lena. You always have.”
I shiver, heart pounding, body humming from the sheer force of his attention. But this time, it’s more than just heat.
